Heat and Darkness

Is the barn where you wait for him, high up

hay bales become heaven and pigeons

turn their heads, staring at the unspeakable.

Heat presses down between rafters

and blue sky rains golden dust. He finds you

closing your eyes when you hear

his belt sliding through each loop backwards

into silence and heat riveted to darkness

falling down, down as if you are drowning.

His eyes are pools reflecting you, your hands

trying to hold on.